Although Joey wasn’t particularly shy, he felt exposed standing there like that when Tristan was still fully clothed. It didn’t help that Tristan was so gorgeous. It made Joey feel self-conscious and uncomfortable about the way he looked. He was scrawny compared to Tristan and several inches shorter. He wondered what Tristan would think of his looks.
He chewed on his bottom lip and squirmed where he stood.
“You’re perfect,” Tristan said, tracing his fingers over Joey’s smooth, hair-free chest.
Chuckling nervously, Joey shook his head. He opened his mouth to reply but swallowed down his retort when Tristan fell to his knees and wrapped his mouth around Joey’s cock, taking it to the back of his throat.
“Oh!”
The surprise caused him to stumble and he had to grab hold of Tristan’s shoulders to steady himself. He slid his fingers into Tristan’s hair and gripped it firmly while he watched himself slide in and out of Tristan’s hot, wet mouth. The sensation was incredible and the vibrations that ricocheted through his body when Tristan moaned made him cry out. His legs began to tremble and too soon he felt the first signs of an orgasm building in the base of his spine.
“God, that’s so good,” he moaned.
Tristan sucked harder, encouraging him to thrust and teasing out his release. When Tristan looked up, met his gaze and grinned around his dick, Joey knew he was a goner. He fisted Tristan’s hair tighter and cried out as his orgasm crashed through him. His entire body shook as he spilled his seed into Tristan’s mouth in long bursts.
When Joey had come down from his high, Tristan got up, grinning from ear to ear.
“Wow, that was incredible!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with what could only be described as excitement.
Huh?
If Joey didn’t know any better, he would say that that had been Tristan’s first-time giving head. But it couldn’t have been, could it? He’d sucked expertly and hadn’t gagged once. Joey was about to ask, but his question was cut off by Tristan’s mouth as he was kissed again hungrily. The taste of his seed on Tristan’s lips was a powerful aphrodisiac and he moaned into the kiss, his dick already regaining interest.
Jesus, Tristan was good for his recovery time.
It seemed like Joey was constantly hard around him. Not that he minded if he kept getting treated to blow jobs as great as that one had been.
Joey didn’t even realize they were moving backwards until he felt the bed knock against the backs of his legs and he fell onto the mattress, Tristan coming down heavily on top of him. They kissed for long moments, their bodies writhing and grinding until Joey’s cock returned to full hardness.
He reached around then tugged at the hem of Tristan’s T-shirt, lifting it up and over his head. Next, he got to work on the button and zipper on Tristan’s jeans. All the while, Tristan kept kissing him, their mouths in perfect synchronicity. Tristan got to his knees then helped Joey with his jeans.
He stared up at Tristan’s naked body in awe.
He was amazing.
His chest was smooth and tan and his stomach flat. Tristan wasn’t overly muscular, but he was very well defined. Joey had never lacked self-confidence before, but as he stared at Tristan, he felt like he came up short.
However, there was something about the expression on Tristan’s face that sobered Joey and gave him pause for thought. Tristan looked uncomfortable as if he was unsure of what he was supposed to do next. He stared at Joey’s body with a definite hunger in his eyes, but he appeared almost hesitant to make a move.
Then realization dawned.
It was something that Joey had considered earlier but dismissed.
“Is this your first time?” he asked.
Tristan’s face filled with color and he averted his eyes, nodding. “Yes,” he whispered. “You don’t think any less of me, do you?”
“Think any less of you?” Joey drew his eyebrows together in confusion. “Are you kidding me? I’m honored that you want me to be your first.”
A shy, but beautiful smile lit up Tristan’s face and Joey basked in its glow.
“I’m glad you’re going to be my first, I’ve been waiting and hoping to meet my m—” Tristan’s eyes widened, and he cut off his words.
A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Tristan was clearly embarrassed, so Joey didn’t push, but he did wonder what Tristan had been about to say.
“Come here,” he instructed, grabbing Tristan’s hand then tugging him down to the bed beside him. He got up and straddled Tristan’s thighs, looking down at his body like it was a buffet that had been set out just for him to enjoy. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Tristan’s lips then worked his way down his neck and chest until he reached a pert nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and Tristan went wild beneath him, practically bucking him off.
“Jesus Christ!” Tristan shouted. “Do that again!”
Joey chuckled and moved across Tristan’s chest to his other nipple, laving it and sucking it, giving it the same treatment that he’d given the first. A low, needy moan escaped Tristan’s lips as he arched his back, which ignited Joey’s passion further. He tugged gently on the nipple in his mouth, nibbling it and rolling his tongue over the now hard bud. Tristan had begun to shake, his moans and whimpers becoming breathier.
“You like that?” Joey asked around a grin, knowing full well that Tristan was enjoying every second of what he was doing to him.
Tristan’s head bobbed up and down. “Hell, yeah. Feels good.”
Trailing his tongue lower, Joey licked his way over Tristan’s defined abs and lower still until he reached a nest of brown curls and Tristan’s erect cock bumped against his chin. Tristan gasped as Joey traced his tongue along its length several times, teasing him mercilessly. He began squirming even more, lifting his hips and begging silently for Joey to take the engorged member into his mouth.
“What do you want?” Joey asked as if he didn’t already know.
When Tristan met his gaze, his eyes were filled with need and desperation. “Please,” he begged. “Please, Joey!”
Joey cocked his head to the side, trying to stifle a chuckle. “Please what?”
Tristan moaned. “Suck me, please.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”
He opened his mouth wide and took in Tristan’s cock, taking it all the way down to the base, swirling his tongue around the sides as it slid in and out of his mouth.
“Yes!” Tristan shouted. “God yes.”
Joey didn’t tease Tristan anymore.
He gave him exactly what he wanted, moving up and down with purpose. Tristan was lifting his hips on each upstroke, following Joey’s mouth and trying to get deeper inside it. Joey had to put his hands on Tristan’s thighs to pin him to the bed, though he was sure it would take Tristan nothing to get free from the hold. Power practically oozed out of Tristan’s every pore.
His body was alive with it.
The harder he sucked, the firmer Joey had to press against Tristan’s thighs to hold his hips down. Tristan was trying desperately to thrust up into his mouth. Joey was still sucking Tristan’s cock when he looked up into his face and what he saw made him gasp and pull off. Tristan’s eyes were a bright amber color and Joey was sure he also saw a flash of fang between his lips.
“Your eyes,” he breathed before he’d had time to think about what he said.
Tristan groaned and tore his gaze away.
He threw an arm over his face to hide, but it was too late for that.
“It’s okay,” Joey whispered. “I know what you are.”
Tristan removed his arm and stared at Joey open-mouthed. “You do?”
Joey nodded and asked hesitantly, “Do you want to bite me?”
“Yes,” Tristan replied with a small nod of his head.
Well, at least he was honest.
“Can I see?”
Joey lifted his hand to Tristan’s face, brushing his thumb over Tristan’s top lip. Slowly, Tristan opened his mou
th to reveal two long, pointy and incredibly sharp-looking fangs.
Joey gasped.
“Will it hurt when you bite me?”
Joey was mildly surprised by the way he had worded his question. It was as if there was no doubt that Tristan was going to bite him. The weird thing was that Joey wanted him to even though he couldn’t explain why he needed it.
Tristan closed his mouth then shook his head, smiling reassuringly.
“It might hurt a little at first maybe, but then it should be pleasurable for you.”
Joey was intrigued by the things Tristan was telling him. He was surprised that he was being so open about himself. Why was he disclosing so much? It was obvious that vampires needed to keep their existence a secret, that’s how they had remained hidden for so long, so why was Tristan telling him so much?
“Would the bite turn me…make me like you?”
“No. You can’t be turned. We’re born this way.”
Huh, well that was interesting, presuming Tristan was telling him the truth. But he’d been pretty honest so far and he had no reason to lie.
After moving farther up the bed, Joey lay down beside Tristan then turned towards him. Throughout their conversation, his dick had remained hard, not even losing interest at the mention of the bite or the pain that would accompany it.
What the hell?
Joey had never considered himself to be a masochist, but the idea of Tristan biting him sent a shiver of anticipation through his body.
It was like he needed it desperately.
He leaned a little closer to Tristan and whispered, “Do it.”
“I… I’d need to bite you when we… When we…”
Tristan couldn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. Joey had a fair idea of what he meant.
“When we’re having sex?”
“Uh, yeah.”
Joey nodded, surprised that Tristan was so embarrassed. He’d have thought someone that gorgeous would be experienced already. He couldn’t deny that the idea of Tristan biting him while they fucked turned him on.
“Okay,” he agreed. “Yeah, okay.”
A huge grin spread across Tristan’s mouth.
Moving so quickly that his body was practically a blur, he had the drawer in the nightstand open and was rummaging around inside. He came back with a bottle of lube and tossed it on the bed. Placing his legs on either side of Joey’s, he loomed over him, his hard cock jutting towards Joey’s stomach.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Tristan asked, his expression filled with hope.
Joey didn’t have to think about his reply.
He nodded eagerly. “I’m ready.”
Tristan traced his tongue up Joey’s thigh until he reached his groin then he bypassed his dick and moved over to the other leg, repeating the action. On the third pass, he teasingly licked along the length of Joey’s erection.
Joey groaned. “feels good.”
His moan turned into a gasp when Tristan slipped the whole of his length into his mouth and sucked it hard.
He cried out when his dick nudged the back of Tristan’s throat.
“Oh God!”
Joey fisted the sheets beneath him while Tristan sucked him, taking him deep. If Tristan had never been with a man before then he was a quick learner. A blow job had never felt as good. After a few minutes of sucking, Joey heard the snap of the bottle lid then Tristan slid his slick fingers past Joey’s perineum and to his entrance. He hissed as the cold liquid came into contact with his skin.
Tristan massaged around his hole then the pleasure began.
“Is this okay?” Tristan asked as he slid his index finger slowly into Joey’s ass.
Joey squeezed his eyes closed at the intrusion. “Yes. Just give me a minute to adjust, all right?” He bit down on his lip while he waited for the slight burning sensation to pass. After a moment, he nodded. “More.”
Tristan watched him with wide-eyed wonder. Joey was still trying to get used to the sight of amber eyes and sharp fangs, but he found the sight strangely erotic. Tristan slid his finger farther inside and started to move it in and out.
After a while, Joey said, “You can use two now, but keep it slow.”
Tristan nodded and did as instructed.
The extra stretch made Joey suck in a sharp breath and squeeze his eyes closed.
“Am I hurting you?” Tristan enquired.
There was genuine concern in his voice.
“No, it smarts a little. Just takes some time to get used to is all. I’ll be fine in a minute.”
And he was.
In next to no time at all Tristan had three fingers buried inside him and was moving them in and out with ease. Joey began to lift his hips in time with the movement of Tristan’s hand, silently using his body to beg for more.
Joey nodded. “Okay, I’m good to go.”
Tristan removed his fingers then grabbed the lube again, squirting a generous helping onto his cock. He grabbed Joey’s hips then leaned forward, positioning himself.
“Wait!” Joey protested. “What about the condom?”
“Oh, we, uh, we don’t use them,” Tristan replied, his face filling with color. “We don’t catch human diseases or transmit them. You’re perfectly safe from me and vice versa.”
Joey had never had sex without a condom before, but the depth of honesty shining in Tristan’s eyes comforted him. He couldn’t explain why, but he was confident that Tristan wouldn’t lie to him or hurt him in any way.
“Okay,” he conceded. “I trust you.”
As Tristan slowly pushed inside, Joey grabbed hold of him to still him. “Just a minute,” he panted. “Just give me a minute.”
“Oh, Jesus, you’re so tight,” Tristan said, his voice filled with awe. “You feel perfect.”
Joey nodded, telling Tristan without words that he was ready for more, and Tristan obliged. He began moving slowly at first so that Joey could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of his ass. They moved together with ease, the steady rhythm both comforting and exciting. But as the excitement built, Joey grabbed hold of Tristan and pulled him closer, using the movements of his body to beg for more. Tristan picked up the speed, fucking him harder and deeper.
Their bodies soon began to work in unison, moving together with ease and it was as if they had done this together a thousand times before. Beads of sweat coated their skin from the intense heat they generated. Joey lifted his hips to meet Tristan’s every thrust. He knew that Tristan was close to his release when he began to shake. He started to move with less and less finesse.
“I’m close,” Tristan panted. “Can’t hold it any longer.”
When Tristan’s gaze zeroed in on his neck, Joey’s heart rate increased in anticipation of what was to come. Leaning over him, Tristan licked his lips and moved closer to his neck and he was so tightly strung, Joey shouted out when he felt the wet tip of Tristan’s tongue touch him just beneath his earlobe.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Tristan asked again. “We’ve only just met and—“
There was a brief moment of hesitation where Joey wondered what the length of time they’d known one another had to do with Tristan feeding from him. However, his mind was so fogged with lust that he spent only a moment considering the strange reply before replying hoarsely, “Bite me.”
“Thank you,” Tristan whispered, his voice thick with gratitude. “Don’t be afraid.”
Any reply Joey might have made was cut off abruptly when a sharp pain tore through his neck, but as Tristan began to draw out his blood, the pain morphed into something else, something better and something quite wonderful and unexpected—pleasure. It quickly intensified into a pleasure Joey had never experienced before. A sudden and completely unexpected orgasm hit him full force and he cried out as it crashed over him in wave after wave of intense, utterly mind-blowing joy. He felt so euphoric he could have wept.
Through his haze of pleasure, he was dimly aware of Tristan r
oaring above him and his ass filled with wet heat. A barrage of disconnected words reached his ears.
During Tristan’s release, he called out Joey’s name and something that sounded a lot like mate.
Chapter Twelve
Tristan collapsed onto the bed then threw an arm over his face.
He couldn’t have kept the grin off his lips if he’d tried. Being with his mate in that way—pleasing him and claiming him—had been the best moment of his life. Far better than he had imagined it would it have been. He was still breathing heavily and covered in sweat and he was happier than ever before. His connection with Joey was strong—their souls uniting, bonding together for life.
Joey was it for him now.
He couldn’t believe how easily Joey had accepted him as his mate.
Tristan had thought it would be much more difficult to explain the situation to Joey and to convince him that they were made for one another, but Joey had practically begged him for the bite that would seal their bond.
He removed his arm from his face then turned his head to look at his new mate. Joey’s skin was flushed and sweat beaded his forehead but he had a smile on his face that Tristan knew he mirrored. Joey was utterly perfect. When he reached down and threaded their fingers together, his breath caught as a tingle of electricity arced between them.
Joey found Tristan’s gaze and held it. “Can I ask you something?”
Tristan nodded. “Sure, you can ask me anything.”
Now that they were bonded there would be no more secrets between them. He knew his brother and Kelan wouldn’t be happy about that but they were going to have to live with it.
They didn’t keep anything from their mates.
And neither would Tristan.
Joey’s gaze was unflinching. “You said earlier you can’t be turned and you were born that way. So, are all your family vampires?”
Tristan frowned as the words registered then he threw his head back into the pillow and let out a loud roar of laughter. When most of the hilarity had subsided he shook his head, a wry grin on his lips.
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